OTHORIZED F.A.M. - Whyla Beneen lyrics

rate me

(feat. Cappadonna, Cheesy Rat)

[Crunch Lo]

Take two and hold that, I control that flow

The Wild West kid by the name of Crunch Lo

With my F.A.M. to the O, got mad styles fo' sho'

Huntin' for the dough, on our way we blaze ho's

You know's the routine, hold weight like three beams

Do it for them niggaz that's locked in State Green

Hand-to-hand niggaz that's out to make CREAM

Thugged out bitches not scared to serve fiends

It's the project hospitilities, enhanced abilities

to make it through this jungle of life, yo is you feelin' me?

From Barrack to Barrack, weed habits and big ratchets

Baggy jeans, big shines and hats on backwards

For all y'all cowards, get devoured in my sight

Bound to lose stripes if ya shit ain't tight

To the Capi-tan who devise the plan

If ya cross one of us then ya forced to hand

of my heat holders, justifiable bulldozers

I told ya, got a few hundred to make ya run it

[C-Wiggs]

Eh-yo I spawned from the circle of life

I got special technique with the mic

We ultra-light sound sight

It's Beneen, rap extreme, we intervene

through the mainline, flash ya cords, show time

for crime, 'merica's most divine rhyme terrorists

Studio darts, crash ya sound vocalist

Marble text, verbal intellects, broken tape decks

Two sets of cassettes, with rugged street dialect

Bionic, twelve stray bars of slang chronic

Break glass with the Armaretta, Scotch with tonic

[Cheesy Rat]

We plan to make the world stop with this

Lockin' this, range long, flame on mic's

Minus the ice, non-theatric

Match this with wits, don't think sick

Don't sip, only dismiss ya battered attempts

And in the same breath you claim to represent nonsense

We back bombs, ya best respect threats, protect ya torso

With no remorse, verbal crossbows get let go

Leavin' ya frame touched, no stoppin' my daily cut

Wild niggaz holdin' their buildings up, what will deliver us?

Livin' is terrible, prints illegible

Really they can't afford to come back

Pull it to raps, wraps raps in tracks

Wild Beneen on, peep the scene, strong, lean on

on ho's who choose to oppose, label the foes

Step on ya Lug covered toes, look how they rose

Dickin' ya farm, my niggaz involved

Feelin' ya whole job, memory jog

With lyrical bombs, lyrical bars

What?

[Chorus x4: Lounge Mode]

We whyla Beneenian, styla Beneenian

[Crunch Lo] "We Wild Beneen on ya whole scene, whole team"

[Molly-Q]

The verse serial killa, real killa, plot dealers, smoke illa

Realest Fortune Wheelers, PaperMate, villians feel us

Strangle five-oh, gamble, time to pioneer

Leave studio in shambles, swing off the chandeleer

Stare down the barrel, narrow bow points with no trace

Based upon the facts, you'll change into a screwface

Move weight, my chronic laced, find a place

Private Session, microphone molestin'

Big boy with no Wesson

Gats the way to talk, gun-Tommy, break the sidewalk

Pager on short, crank my vision on to night hawk

Stalk Empire State, the verbal saturate, rape

Deserve breaks, from out-of-state, son, you're just a victim

Since the rhyme infliction, Othorized diction fiction

[Lounge Mode]

It's twelve bars a pass, my staff be Gun Ho

You know we tug boat on Wild Beneen kids with dumb flows

In a smash, then I crash, smoke grass and drink Dash

You know I think fast, creep, then I sneak in ya ass

With the kids from the Body and Jungle, Pillage and bumble

I rumble in so humble, in jelly tracks with the Cisco

It's real disco, and go and ask even Trisco

Been doin' this with peers since thirteen with Richie Fisco

But now I got squads and mobs and honor rods

Convoy with fifty cars, a hundred niggaz with steel bars

Splash a nigga wig, for real, it's all Camille

On to Cheesy Rat, Othorized real, so what the deal?

Big guns take the streets in the summer

and little shorties runnin' wild, holdin' stacks and dealin' crack to the top runner

who's in town, ain't nuttin' changed from the get-down

The same shit now, I called my Barracks up in mid-town

You know the one that shine that want to antagonize faggot ones

Drop dead maggot one, West Barrack twenty-one

Cherry heads to Paris, want some? So come and taste mine

We erased from danger, ya hold face and skip the gates mine

I Wild Beneen on ya whole scene, whole scene

And rest in peace to my whole team, whole team

[Cappadonna]

Whyla Beneeni, styla Beneeni

I won't surrender, no I won't never ever forget

It's real in the Hill, times is bad like credit

Fuck what you heard, kid, I don't wanna splurge

I be tryin' to merge, and live life, outside of the picture

One time for ya mind, plus two times, I be comin' back to get'cha

Nevertheless, fuck the rest of y'all, I got the vest for y'all

Still the best for y'all, come one, come all

I flood y'all out, my welcome is war out

At the crossroads, 'Donna must come tear and explode

out of your zip code, fuck a chart, see me lampin' on heart

I'm electric, my level is way beyond generic

Deep in you like spirit, these Barracks become epic

Three ways deeper than regular contraceptive

[Chorus x7.5]